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I shoved on his right shoulder. "What's wrong?" "Shh.
" "Always, honey.
He was warm against my palms. The head so soft under my lips.
What's going on. This can't all be because you got sick.
There were soft clicking sounds while he spun the numbers on the lock and when the latch released.
" He tipped my chin up. "You do believe me, don't you?" I pressed my lips together and nodded.
Nipple clamps were still on my list of things I wasn't certain about. The sensation had been borderline painful for me when he'd used them before.